I am sitting in the departure lounge thinking profound thoughts like:
How often is the freeway closed at 4:30 in the morning?
Wondering why I brought along a curling iron, and why it seemed lethal this morning?
Upgrading my ticket might have been easier had all my ff miles not expired (probably yesterday).
Is wondering why I not only recognize all the Muzak versions of very old musicals, but also know all the words.
Yep. These are the things that roam through my brain at 5:46am while waiting for a plane. Stay tuned!